22 September 2012
I was once an optimist Always looking towards the light From this bottomless pit Created by society
Now people call me a pessimist But really, I'm just a realist Who can see the ugly truth Behind this farce we call society
I can never understand Their empty fake smiles The pride they treasure The mindless acts they do
Fat, Ugly, and Stupid That's what they call us We are the undesirables Unwanted and scorned
Tried our best to forgive Tried our best to forget But how much longer, Can we take this cruelty?
Scars on our mentality Wounds in our hearts We are now standing, At the edge of the cliff
Should I take a gun And point it to my head? Or should I take a knife And stab my own heart?
Society would say to us, "Die! Do the world a favor!" "Ugly, fat, stupid! Kill yourself!" "You should just go to hell!"
At first we would ignore them Feeling only a little pain As their razor-like words Cut through our self hearts
And when the pain increases We would shut ourselves away From the cruel world outside And just cry ourselves to sleep
But when the pain becomes unbearable and all our scars are opened to bleed We would drown in the pit of despair As this dilemma overwhelms us
"Am I better off dead?" That's what they ask themselves So don't join Society Don't help those voices Don't be the one to push them off the edge
Victims of Society • Opuss № I